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[pirate_jack]

"--what do you mean calling yourself a tavern-keep without having any rum on hand, you pestiferous, feculent, maggot-ridden excuse for a --"

He's shouting back over his shoulder as he comes barreling through the door, but when he swings around and realizes where he is, Jack Sparrow breaks off there with a start.

"Well now. That's much more

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[politestpirate]

"... Dare I ask where you found yourself, if they didn't have rum at hand?"

Given that in the West Indies, that tends to be the drink of choice-

But this is Jack.

He could be anywhere.

[pirate_jack]

"Somewhere better forgotten," Jack says darkly, before giving Wellard a wicked grin.

"Good to see you, lad."

[politestpirate]

"Well, if it brought you here, that place can at least be forgiven." Wellard grins, walking over.

"Good to see you too, Jack. How have things been going for you?" He motions to the bar, and starts in that direction.

[pirate_jack]

He falls into step beside Wellard.

"Not bad, if I say so meself, and I do. What about you, mate? And your flying ship?"

[politestpirate]

Wellard does not even have to order- at least for Jack. A glass and bottle of rum appear on top of the Bar the moment they step up to her- and Wellard's bemused order for a cup of tea only takes a few moments after that.

"I'm doing well. Things have been... almost quiet, here." He smiles wryly. "But the ship's nearly done. We're just working on finishing her, then hauling up the sails and rigging."

[pirate_jack]

"Quiet, here?" Jack looks suspiciously around the room. "Now that's unusual."

He pats the wooden surface fondly and pours with a free hand.

"Where do you plan to sail her first?"

[politestpirate]

"At least quiet that I've seen- no new disasters or catastrophies that have effected the bar as a whole." He blinks, and then shrugs. "Though there was a jungle growing out back by the lake for a while. Thankfully it looks like its being trimmed back, so you don't need a machete to travel through it any more."

Wellard taps his finger against the side of the tea cup. "There were also these odd blob things that people kept seeing outside, as well. Some of them got into Mary's greenhouse, and she was none-to-pleased about it."

... Alright, so maybe it has not been that quiet here, but this is Milliways.

Wellard smiles wryly. "Where-ever I can get her out to."

[pirate_jack]

"Ah." He runs his fingers over the worry-wood shoved through his belt. "Guess it'd not be so easy to go sailing her through the place and out the door, aye?"

[politestpirate]

Wellard shakes his head. "Not quite, no. But the front door isn't the only way in and out of this place."

They both know that well enough.

[pirate_jack]

"Not to mention that you've an acquaintance with all manner of people who might--"

He wiggles his fingers as he speaks, emphasizing his words.

"--happen to have something of a way to help with that."

[politestpirate]

"More than likely, yes." Wellard nods, before grinning slowly.

"And I've thought of a few ideas as well- there will be something that will work, somehow."

[pirate_jack]

"I've no doubt of it."

He claps Wellard on the shoulder.

"You're too clever a lad to leave her sit when you could be sailing."

[politestpirate]

Wellard beams. "Thanks, though I don't think I would have thought of any of them if it wasn't for this place, but then again..."

Slightly circular logic there, but whatever works!

"-Do you want to go out and see her, then? I've some lights there, and we can grab some more from the bar easily enough."

[pirate_jack]

There's no mistaking it -- black eyes gleam brightly with sudden interest.

"What are we waiting for?"

[politestpirate]

Wellard spreads out his hands to indicate he has no answer to that question, and turns to bar to ask for a couple of lanterns. They appear in just an instant, and he grabs one of them and starts for the back door.

"I'm certainly hoping to get her all done, up in the air and gone before winter arrives here. I still wonder why Scotland, of all places..."

[pirate_jack]

Jack shudders violently as he matches Wellard's pace.

"I'm with you there, son."